Ruckdushel Spell


Tall,
Dark,
Handsome features.
Burning Blue Eyes,
Black Curls,
A Smile That Kills.
He Holds me tight,
Teaches Me Love ,
Fills My Heart With What I Need.
Filled With Sated Happiness,
Cloked With Pure Joy,
I Fear A Time He Will Leave.
I've Pushed Him Away,
I Hate What I've Done.
I Want Him Even More,
But I Wont Pursue.
I'll Remember His Love,
Forever,
And Always.
And.
Hopefully,
My Wanton For Him Will,
Subdue.

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